Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Undercover Lovers ❯ Ice cold milk and an Oreo cookie ( Chapter 25 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CHAPTER 25: Ice-cold milk and an Oreo cookie

When Squall and Seifer finally got home it was 4:00, Seifer grabbed Squall around the waist and pulled him in for a soul-searing kiss, “So much for us spending the day in bed. When we get home tonight I'm going to take you so many times that you're going to loose count.” Was the growled out promise.

“Wow! That many huh? I can count pretty high Seif.” Squall pressed his lean muscular body tighter against his lovers. He gazed up into Seifer's handsome face and stated simply, “I want you.”

Seifer let out a loud groan and picked Squall up and threw him over his shoulder and carried him into the bedroom and tossed him in the middle of the bed and did a flying leap and joined his lover.

Two hours later their passion for each other sated for the moment Squall and Seifer left the bed and went and took a shower together.

Seifer tangled his fingers in Squall's hair and brought their mouths together again and whispered against his lips, “I love you Squall.”

Squall smiled up at Seifer and kissed him softly, “Je t' aime aussi Seifer?”

“What does that mean?”

“I love you too.” Squall replied, turned the water off and stepped out of the glass-enclosed shower and grabbed towels for them.

Drying off they went into the bedroom and pulled out what they were going to wear that night. Squall started to grab a plain black tank top to go with the black jeans that he had just put on, but was stopped when Seifer said, “Wait a minute babe. I bought shirts for us to wear tonight.” Grasping Squall's elbow he led him into the bathroom. “Now close your eyes.”

When Squall had complied Seifer pulled the two tee shirts out of the bag and slipped the white one over his head and tugged the royal blue one over Squall's. He smirked when he saw their reflections. “Open your eyes Sweet Cheeks.”

Squall opened his eyes and seeing their reflections started laughing, Seifer's standard white tee shirt had `Got Milk' printed across the front of it in black letters. Where the blue shirt he was wearing had the Oreo Cookie logo on it. He hugged Seifer tight and still laughing said, “I love you.”

“I love you too my O-O-O-O-O-Squally-eo.” Seifer murmured into his mouth.

“Cute!” Squall snorted, “Now you have another nickname for me my lusty bull. We need to get going.”

“Baby you will always be my Sweet Cheeks. But you're right, the sooner we leave the sooner we can get home and the sooner I can do all those wicked things to your beautiful body that you love so much.” Seifer growled and swatted Squall on the ass right before he kissed him again.

“I hope we make contact with that putz soon, I'm getting tired of going out every freaking night.” Squall groused as they walked through the door of the club.

“You don't go out every night?” Seifer asked.

“No. I usually stay home.” Squall replied honestly.

When they get upstairs Squall was quickly drug back down by Cloud so they could hit the dance floor.

Seifer wandered over to the bar and ordered a bottle of water for Squall and a coke for himself and went over and sat down by Zell who had been talking with Cloud before Squall and Seifer had shown up.

“So how are you and Squall getting along?” Zell asked.

Seifer didn't answer he was too busty watching Squall dance. Cloud was right he did move really good for a skinny white boy it was a pleasure just watching him. God he was gorgeous. When Squall moved it was like the music had come to life and was ebbing through that lean muscular body.

Of course the dance floor wasn't the only place Squall could move, he was also flexible in bed, putting his body in positions that some would think were only imaginable. Remembering one of those positions caused Seifer to get hard again.

Squall had draped one of his long legs over Seifer's shoulders and had the other wrapped high up on his back. Squall had rocked forward and grabbed his broad shoulders with both hands. Then he had arched his back and dropped his head back to where the top of it was resting on one of the many pillows. He had been surprised that his Biseinen boy hadn't pulled a muscle. Instead Squall had urged him onto greater heights in his demands to be fucked hard and fast.

“Seifer?”

Zell's voice snapped Seifer back from his trip down Fuck Me Avenue and he snapped, “What?”

Zell repeated his question and Seifer answered, “We're doing great.” Then turned his attention back to the dance floor and watched as Squall and Cloud bumped against each other their bodies moving in sync.

Out on the dance floor when Squall and Cloud got close enough together to talk Cloud ask about the Oreo tee shirt. Squall briefly told him that Seif had compared him with an Oreo cookie. Which caused Cloud to laugh. “I forgot about your tan line. You know there are ways to get rid of it?”

“And how's that?” Squall asked him with a cheeky grin.

“Sunbathe nude.” Cloud answered with a lascivious wink.

“You know I don't sunbathe. I got this tan from jogging and swimming and if I did either one of those nude I'd either cause a riot or get arrested.” Squall laughed.

“Come on Heartbreaker you have that private deck and you don't prance around naked on it?” Cloud asked lecherously.

“No! And you better behave yourself Cloud or Seifer will castrate you.” Squall joked good-naturedly.

“Ah that's right he is from Texas and would probably get really pissed if another bull started sniffing around his pasture.” Cloud smirked.

“Put a sock in it Strife.” Squall snorted. Then said, “I'm dry and I need water so I'm heading up and after I get some H2O in me we can dance some more.”

“Sounds good. I'll be up in a few I have to piss.” Cloud said and walked off in the direction of the men's room.

Squall went upstairs and saw that Seifer was watching for him, going over he didn't take the chair beside Seifer but sat in his lap instead. Straddling him, Squall put his legs through the holes under the armrests of the chair bringing their chests and groins together. Leaned in and husked out, “So tell me my bull is that a telephone pole in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

Seifer grabbed Squall's ass and rubbed his rock hard member against Squall's jean clad crotch, “Very happy!” He replied with a smirk.

Squall undulated against Seifer rubbing their jean clad erections against each other and running his hands over Seifer's chest. “Ummm! I'll finish your lap dance when we get home.” He promised and unwound his sinewy body from Seifer's and took the chair beside the big blond.

Fujin arrived at Club Surge with her cousin and led him upstairs to the bar so they could get something to drink then dance.

She was surprised to see that Squall and Seifer were there as well as that bubbly blond airhead from the barbecue. She knew that Squall didn't go out clubbing that often and Seifer Almasy just didn't seem like the type that would like to either. She had watched in amusement as Squall gave Seifer an impromptu lap dance and smiled. It seemed like they were more them partners now and she was happy for them.

She briefly wondered if they were undercover here and held her tongue she would ask Squall later, because if they were there was no way that she would want to blow it for them.

Leading her silver-haired cousin over to the table she paused and watched as Squall took the chair beside Seifer. “Come on, I'll introduce you.” She offered

“Hi Squall, you remember my cousin don't you?” She greeted cheerfully.

Squall glanced over his shoulder and saw Fujin and someone he hadn't expected to see. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed and leapt to his feet.

“Hey Squall! So how's the second most gorgeous man in the world doing?” He asked his green eyes twinkled.

“Second?” Squall questioned an eyebrow shot high up on his forehead.

“Hey I do look in the mirror everyday. And what do I see? Perfection.” He responded with a self-centered smile.

“You know if you keep telling yourself that and one day it might be true.” Squall quipped good-naturedly. Stepping forward he grabbed the other man in a friendly hug. “It's been a long time Yaz.”

Yazoo Nacnomiri threw his beautiful head back and laughed, “That it has Squall, that it has. In fact the last time I saw you was when you came to New York last year with Jin-Jin. My agent's still pissed at me that I haven't been able to talk you into being a model.”

“Aren't you afraid of the competition?” Squall joked.

“Fuck no I could sell coal in hell.” Yaz bragged. “So how have you…” he stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw Seifer Almasy and let his grass green eyes travel over the blond in appreciation and attempted to step around Squall. Instead of finishing his earlier sentence he said, “If you'll excuse me please, I see my next trip to confession.”

He was stopped when Squall put his arm up and said one word “Mine!”

“Well damn. Looks like I'm going to have to cause a different kind of mischief otherwise I won't have anything to confess the next time I go.” Yazoo joked and then turned serious, “Will you at least introduce me?”

“Yes.” Squall replied and turned back to the table, “Seifer, Zell this is Yazoo Nacnomiri. Yaz, Seifer Almasy my boyfriend and Zell Dincht my broker.”

Sephiroth was jubilant he had watched his Blue Eyes dance with that spiky headed platinum blond. He knew that he knew the blond he just didn't know where from. Staring more intently it hit him he was Cloud Strife. His Cloud. His smile was wolf like. Cloud Strife was going to be his ace in the hole. He had to be that wannabe rock star that his flunky Reno had told him about, and through him he would be able to get to Squall.

He was irritated at first that Reno had told him that he wouldn't be joining him tonight. But when the redhead had said that he had a meeting with Gene Caraway that had ended his temper tantrum. He watched as his blue-eyed angel made his way upstairs. He knew that his Blue Eyes was meeting with that stupid blond that had humiliated him earlier that day. Reno for all his faults had come through with the goods and he was now in possession of a file on one Seifer Almasy.

He had plans for Seifer Almasy and he laughed manically as he thought of them. He would torment Squall in front of him bringing him to the point of release but denying him the sweet surrender of orgasm and when he had reduced his Blue Eyes to a writhing heap of lust he would kill Seifer and then use his blood as lubricant when he fucked his angel.

Cloud left the men's room and was on his way upstairs when he heard his name. No it couldn't be. Spinning around he came face to face with Sephiroth Jenova, the man that he had been involved with all the years ago, the man who had taught him a lot about sex and until he had Squall Leonhart in his bed the one who had been the best, but mostly the man who had broke his heart.

“Hello Cloud, my little blond bitch.” Sephiroth's voice slithered around Cloud as he put his hands on Clouds shoulders and drew the shorter blond up against him.

Cloud jerked out of Sephiroth's grasp and he took several steps backwards, “What the do fuck you want?” Cloud demanded.

“Why Cloud is that anyway to greet your first love?” Sephiroth stepped forward and grabbed Cloud again. “I've missed you my little bitch.” Then licked down his face.

“Keep your filthy hands off of me.” Cloud ordered and squirmed away wiping off his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Oh my sweet, sweet Cloud I'm sorry that I had to leave you so abruptly. But I had to my sweet bitch. I had no choice, I was getting to close to you and my superiors were afraid that you would be a liability.” Sephiroth's voice was as smooth as buttered glass and he continued weaving his web of lies around Cloud. “I never stopped loving you Cloud. Do you know how badly it hurt me to have to leave you?”

“I won't come in your mouth.” Cloud said his voice filled with icy contempt.

“I beg your pardon?” Sephiroth asked in confusion.

“The checks in the mail.” Cloud continued with the same cold disdain.

“I have no idea what you're rambling about my little blond bitch.” Sephiroth replied with a smile, even though he was baffled.

“Tell me a lie I'll believe.” Cloud snarled.

“What makes you think I'm lying?” Sephiroth snapped starting to get angry himself.

“If you'll pardon the pun it's because your lips are moving.” Cloud replied blandly.

“I'm not lying to you Cloud. I still love you and I want you in my life again.” Sephiroth tried again.

“I don't have to shove my hand in a fire to know that I'll get burnt.” Cloud stated and started to walk away again but was stopped once more when Sephiroth grabbed his wrist.

Seifer happened to glance over the railing and saw that freak of nature harassing Cloud, pushing away from the table he gave Squall a quick kiss and said, “I'll be right back Sweet Cheeks.” Going downstairs he crossed over to where Cloud was trying to get away from Sephiroth.

Going up behind Cloud Seifer yanked him away from Sephiroth and held him tight against his hard firm body, “Is this piece of shit bothering you my Blondie Bear?” Seifer growled low and dangerous before he spun Cloud around and kissed him. Tracing his tongue along Clouds lips demanding that they open to accept his offering.

Cloud parted his lips under Seifer's tongue and let it slide silkily into the warm cavern of his mouth. Breaking the kiss Cloud wrapped his arms around Seifer's neck and husked out, “Um, not anymore Stud.”

“Good. Let's get back upstairs babe, I'm sure that `our' lion is waiting.” Seifer smirked at Sephiroth over Cloud's head.

Keeping their arms around each other the two men went back upstairs Cloud gazed up at Seifer and murmured, “Thanks Texas.”

“No problem, Blondie.” Seifer grinned down affectionately at Cloud and ruffled his soft platinum blond hair and led him over to where Squall, Zell, Fujin and Yazoo were and sat down and pulled Squall over unto his lap, still keeping an arm around Cloud.

Sephiroth was incensed. He was ready to yank his hair out by the roots and shriek out his frustration on anyone who would listen. Blinded with rage he angrily pushed through the bodies on the dance floor and thundered upstairs. He rudely shoved Fujin and Yazoo out of his way and glared at Squall and Cloud. “What does this,” he pointed a skinny finger at Seifer, “big dumb hick have that I don't” He screamed his demand at them.

Without missing a beat Squall and Cloud answered together, “A big dick and a personality.”

Squall has had enough of the bullshit and reluctantly pulling out of Seifer's arms he raised slowly to his feet and looking down his aristocratic nose at Sephiroth he said in a calm deadly voice, “I have had enough! So let me put this in terms that you will understand. Leave me the fuck alone! And since you obviously have trouble understanding English let me say it to you in a different language.” Then proceeded to do so in German, French and Italian. “This has gone past the point of harassment to stalking. I have one more thing to say to you, if you ever come near me again, I'll pop a cap in your dumb ass.” Squall crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Sephiroth to leave.

Sephiroth was startled by the brunet's outburst. He would make his blue-eyed angel regret saying those things to him. But now was neither the time nor the place to put Squall in his place. He spun around and angrily stalked downstairs and out of the club.

“Who the hell was that?” Yazoo asked, as he took one of the empty chairs at the table.

“The president of my fan club.” Squall replied tersely. He sat down in Seifer's lap and leaned back against his big blonds chest relaxing when Seifer put his arms around him and held him closer and breathed softly on the back of his neck.

Fujin sat in the chair that Squall had been sitting in and said, “Were you serious when you said that he was stalking you?”

“Yes.” Squall growled. His thoughts were black he seriously contemplated taking Vincent up on his offer. He continued, his voice dark, “Unfortunately I don't think I've seen the last of him.”

Cloud was silent in his thoughts. He couldn't believe that he had actually been involved with Sephiroth Jenova at one time. He had thought he loved him but knew now that was merely lust. Sephiroth had callously used him and had tossed him aside like a worn out pair of shoes.

Cloud shuddered with distaste, at one time he would have given anything to have Sephiroth back in his life and now he'd crawl to hell and back on his belly if it guaranteed him never having to see the man again. But if it would keep Squall safe he would go back to Sephiroth.

Yaz was staring openly at Cloud Strife and thought, “God he looks so familiar. Where have I seen him before?” He poked Fujin in the ribs to gain her attention and nodded across the table to where Cloud was sitting.

“Cloud, you never got to meet my cousin did you?” Fujin asked.

Cloud stopped his brooding and focused on the silver-haired man across the table from him, holding out his hand he said, “Hi, I'm Cloud Strife.”

Yaz was momentarily shocked, now he knew why the gorgeous blond looked familiar. Cloud Strife author and star of hundreds of wet dreams, most of them his was sitting across from him. He was famous in his own right being one of the highest paid male models in the world. Holding out his own hand he grasped Clouds in his, “Hello Cloud, I'm Yazoo Nacnomiri.” He continued holding Clouds hand in his even after the handshake.

Before anyone else could say anything Zell did, “That's an unusual name you have Yazoo.”

Yaz was still holding onto Cloud's hand not wanting to let go. The callused fingers felt good on his smooth palm. Quirking a pale silver eyebrow he replied, “Oh I changed it to Yazoo.”

Zell looked confused, “You changed it to Yazoo?”

Yaz laughed, “Yeah it used to be shithouse.”

This caused everyone else at the table to start laughing. Squall smirked, “Good change. Good change.” Which brought even more laughter.

Yaz released Clouds hand and pushed away from the table and walked around to where he was sitting, smiling down at Zell he asked, “Would you mind moving over a seat?”

Zell didn't even bother asking why but got up and moved to the seat that Yaz had recently vacated. Sacrificing his chair to the gorgeous silver blond.

Cloud smiled to himself, he was very attracted to Yaz and it seemed like the attraction was mutual. He placed his hand over Yazoo's enjoying the warmth that was flowing off his skin. Cloud leaned over and whispered in Yaz's ear, “I think I could fall in love with you Yazoo Nacnomiri.”

“That's good, because I know I could fall in love with you Cloud Strife.” Yaz answered truthfully and leaned in pressed his rose petal soft lips against Clouds and kissed him. The activity in the club ceased to exist for the two blonds.

“This is right.” Cloud thought. His mouth feels so right against mine. Reaching over he grasped Yaz by the shoulders and pulled him closer deepening the kiss. Tracing his tongue against the feathery softness of Yaz's mouth teasing his lips apart to accept his tongue.

Yaz reached forward and tangled his fingers in Cloud's soft spiky hair, “Home.” He thought Cloud's mouth tasted like home to him. It tasted like when you were a child and woke up on Christmas morning and saw that yes Santa had been there. It was home and it was good and he never wanted to leave home again. Yaz pulled away from him and whispered, “Can I come home with you tonight Cloud.”

Cloud smiled and lowered his eyes shyly, “Yes. But I just want to warn you ahead of time, that I'm never going to let you go Yaz.”

Cloud and Yaz rose from the table and bid everyone a good night and left for Clouds. Squall and Seifer went downstairs and danced together until the club closed, then left for home.